Turn The Page

On a long and lonesome highway east of omahaYou can listen to the engines Moanin' out it's one note songYou think about the woman or the girl you knew the night before

But your thoughts will soon be wandering the way they always doWhen you're riding sixteen hours and there's nothing much to doAnd you don't feel much like riding, you just wish the trip wasthrough

Here I am - on the road againThere I am - up on the stageHere I go - playing star againThere I go - turn the page

So you walk into this restaurant strung out from the roadAnd you feel the eyes upon you, as you're shaking off the coldYou pretend it doesn't bother you, but you just want to explode

Yeah, most times you can't hear 'em talk, other times you canAll the same old clichés, "is it woman? is it man?"And you always seem outnumbered, you don't dare make a standMake your stand

Here I am - on the road againThere I am - up on the stageHere I go - playing star againThere I go - turn the page

Oo-ooh, out there in the spotlight, you're a million miles awayEvery ounce of energy you try to give awayAs the sweat pours out your body like the music that you play,yeah

Later in the evening, you lie awake in bedWith the echoes of the amplifiers ringing in your headYou smoke the day's last cigarette, remembering what she saidWhat she said

He-ey

YeahAnd here I am - on the road againThere I am - up on a stageHere I go - playing star againThere I go - turn the pageThere I go - turn that pageThere I go, yeah, yeahThere I go, yeah, yeahThere I go, yeahThere I go, yeahThere I go, oo-oo-oohThere I goAnd I'm gone